Beat that Metaphor

This may not turn into a poem, it mayn’t even turn into song lyrics. It might just be a writ­ing ex­er­cise, but I’m gonna beat that metaphor! If you can think of some­thing in this vein that I missed, feel free to add it. I think this sort of re­minds me of Short Skirt, Long Jacket by Cake ex­cept it is aim­ing to be a bit more ridicu­lous.

baby’s got bul­let­proof sun­glasses
hid­ing laser­beam eyes
she’s got them hay­maker hips
and semi-au­to­matic thighs
her tits are like mis­siles
her lips are de­f­con three
she’s an ar­se­nal
oh yeah she’s an ar­se­nal

baby’s got ra­zor­blade el­bows
and bazooka knees
she’s got them how­itzer toe­nails
and she can kill with a sneeze
her hair is like a shot­gun
her lips are ninja stars
she’s an ar­se­nal
oh yeah she’s an ar­se­nal

She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she likes to beat me
that’s what I am for
She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she’s an ar­se­nal
yeah yeah yeah

baby’s got dioxin breath
and an­thrax armpits
she’s got them base­ball bat fin­gers
and ugly na­palm spit
her teeth are like barbed wire
her lips are some dis­ease
she’s an ar­se­nal
oh yeah she’s an ar­se­nal
oh yeah she’s an ar­se­nal

4 thoughts on “Beat that Metaphor

  1. For some rea­son, I’m hear­ing The Mars Volta’s song The Widow, when I read that. For some rea­son it seems to fit.

  2. Sounds a bit like you’re chan­nel­ing Liz Phair (again!):

    SUPERNOVA
    I have looked all over the place
    But you have got my fa­vorite face
    Your eye­lashes sparkle like gilded grass
    And your lips are sweet and slip­pery like a cherub’s bare wet ass

    ‘Cause you’re a hu­man su­per­nova
    A so­lar su­per­man
    You’re an an­gel with wings afire
    A fly­ing, gi­ant fric­tion blast

    You walk in clouds of glit­ter and the sun re­flects your eyes
    And every­time the wind blows, I can smell you in the sky
    Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
    And you fuck like a vol­cano, and you’re every­thing to me

    ‘Cause you’re a hu­man su­per­nova
    A so­lar su­per­man
    You’re an an­gel with wings afire
    A fly­ing, gi­ant fric­tion blast
    You’re a gi­ant, fly­ing fric­tion blast

    ‘Cause you’re a hu­man su­per­nova
    A so­lar su­per­man
    You’re an an­gel with wings afire
    A fly­ing, gi­ant fric­tion blast

  3. that rocks, adam!

    re­ally, i think it could kick ass with a beat. i so have a punk edge in me, and it so wants to be sat­is­fied.

    yeah, i like it. my fa­vorite line is: 

    her hair is like a shot­gun
    her lips are ninja stars

    nice.

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